Judi Rosen met me there.
Jonny Famous was there.
James as well.
And the Arab Parrot. He's famous for his blog.
They fucking killed it.
After the show a bunch of us went to this special secret awesome club that I'm not gonna name because it's too fucking amazing.
The photos I have don't even do it justice because I was too busy bugging out. It was about 120 degrees, fog, glitter, an empty pool to dance in, gay disco house, and tons of good 'tudes. The whole night I felt like I was in 1977. Or 1987. Or whatever year New York was fun and creepy and Madonna danced at Danceteria and AIDS wasn't invented by the government yet.
